Book of Nina

“in a way”

u r the history of my hunger
a fix like a place
a greenish millennia
covered in pink haze

we cast the bedspread vowel
pop open an empty phallus
& everywhere
the cool moon
just hangs

the night chicago died
we were on a quest
called
find the loom
not
rent a room

we stopped at a white palace
i had to have the fries and a vanilla shake
as you slid down a few sliders
someone slid into our car
and drove it
straight into the lake

where it may still be
like stone
cast ugly
under watery shadows